the jacka – true mob lyrics
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[verse 1: the jacka]
ja, he ain’t got a rhyme book
with my n-gga a smokin (?)
front a n-gga ron, gimme mine, ‘fo yo time up
b-tches on my line, i’m sippin lines, i ain’t tryna f-ck
lil n-ggas (?) ride the world, see a giant comin’
(?) never gotta tell my bulls fire somethin’
n-ggas sell you dope they’ll (?) like they can’t die of somethin’
mind on a mill, they know i k!ll don’t gotta hire gunmen
k!llas is around still i (?) for my love ones
send you to h-ll, n-ggas rat just cause they saw somethin’
i hit a n-gga pad, double back like i lost somethin’
i’m sippin’ act but this is for whoever lost someone
[verse 2: a-one]
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